Rebirth Into My Second Chance novel Chapter 96

He furrowed his brows.

I couldn't help but give a slight smile. I was deliberately teasing Max.

"Why are you up? You’ve got a fever. Here, take this fever reducer," I said as I handed him the medicine.

He grunted, took the medicine, and washed it down with water. Then, he lowered his head back to the pile of documents he was scrutinizing.

Right on cue, my stomach growled. "Dr. Hilton, aren't you hungry?"

He looked up at me. "Let's eat together."

I snapped back to reality and pointed at the lunchbox. "My folks sent me some food. You should have some, too!"

I turned to see another lunchbox on the table, which hadn't been there before.

He cleared his throat. "That's from Ronald."

"Oh," I said, realizing Ronald had sent it.

I chatted, "Dr. Hilton, what about your family? Don't they send you meals?"

"No," he replied, his voice neutral, betraying no sadness.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a black bag with a blood-stained shirt in it. "Your shirt's got blood on it. We could send it to the dry cleaners. Or, if it's inconvenient, I could wash it for you."

It was the least I could do, considering he had saved me the day before.

"No need," he dismissed.

I bit my lip but mustered the courage to ask, "Was the embroidery on the shirt handcrafted by a skilled artisan? It's quite beautiful."

His indifferent expression faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "If you like it, I'll have this skilled artisan do one for you next time."